What goes around, comes around:
You say what you want to say;
“That fool is an arrogant clown”
And that’s fine, until the day 

That comes upon you, like a thief,
(Nothing can break your fall)
You still spout the same belief;
You said nothing wrong at all.

But you are the one to blame. 
Without reflection, you can not tell.
Everything still seems the same,
Yet suddenly you are in a hell

Among people you haven’t even met.
Each one wants to throw the first stone.
(You have the first glimmer of regret)
Without defence, you stand alone.

You could have tried to stop the war,
Stayed their hands, and brought peace,
But that was a bridge too far;
You were thoughtlessly at ease,

Holding opinions about all things,
Seemingly wise, unafraid to speak,
Yet silence would have been better—listening
To the other, and softening—as if weak.